This was the moment Yvienna had been waiting for. Weeks had passed since she first set foot in Kyle's mansion, yet the time they spent together felt heavier, more entwined, as if they had known each other for years. She couldn't hide it—her feelings for him had only deepened, blossoming quietly, yet with an intensity she hadn't anticipated.
"Remember what I told you, okay?" Kyle said gently, unbuckling her seatbelt.
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and smiled softly. There was something in his gaze—protective, unwavering—that made her chest tighten in ways she didn't want to think about too deeply.
"Yeah," she said, a little lazily, tired of answering his fifty-fifth repetition of the same question during the ride. "I'll call you once I'm done with my work."
Despite her mild annoyance, her heart fluttered. There was no denying it: the way he cared for her, always so insistent yet gentle, made her feel… cherished.
